The Great War

from Poems of the Great War, an electronic edition

A. S. K.

July 14, 1915

You must not mourn for him, he that went out to France,

He, like the rest of them, clear-minded, open-eyed,

It was for him to decide;

He took his chance;

And he is dead in France.

Oh, do not mourn for him, he heard his country's call,

And answering, gave all he had to give;

Yet though they die, they live;

Not dead at all

Those who obeyed that call.

No, no, it is not wasted, all that love and thought,

It is embodied in all truth and right;

These pass not out to-night

Nor turn to nought --

Labor and love and thought.